“You’re dreaming of me again,” Kaden murmurs in my ear, his voice husky and deep.
The heat flares, burning brightly through my core as his hands slide up my sides, taking my nightie with him. The chilled air hits my pussy, and I realize that I’m not wearing any panties. Wait, I don’t remember dressing for bed…
He dips, kissing along my belly with hot touches of his lips as I release a small sound. My eyes flutter, battling the exhaustion as I blink into the darkness of my room. The figure looming over me is wide and recognizable as I spread my legs further for him. Kaden trails upwards, shoving my silk dress aside until my breasts fall free of the loose cups.
A hot mouth closes around my left nipple, teasing it in a stroking motion that shoots straight to my throbbing clit. Electricity dances across my skin as my lust reaches a scalding temperature, and I curl my fingers into his hair tightly.
This is my favorite part. I can pull on his strands without so much as a complaint from him. It’s like the pain is dulled with the pleasure he gives me, eradicating any thought behind the patches I’ll yank from his scalp. He doesn’t care so long as I’m satisfied.
He lightly bites down, making slight pain zap me to my core as I moan. He pops free, trailing kisses to my other breast before giving it the same attention. He’s flush against my flesh, as if he can’t get close enough to me, as he flicks my hardened bud with his tongue. It’s sweet torture as his hips grind into mine, his clothed cock sliding against my aching folds with every movement.
A hand closes around my throat, squeezing as my mouth falls open on a gasp. I’ve been missing out on this for years, remaining silently content with whatever Dylan would give me. But I never wanted gentle and kind. I wanted to be fucked and claimed with harsh hands and erotic proclamations. I wanted someone who could take control while still allowing me to have a voice.
Kaden’s mouth trails to my ear, biting down on my lobe. “You’re going to take whatever I give you, and you’re going to thank me for it. Do you understand?”
I bite my lip, nodding as my thighs squeeze around his sides. I want friction, release, something.
He eases back onto his knees, unbuttoning his jeans as he pulls himself free. My breaths are panting from me in anticipation, my whole body burning under his touch.
His hips rock forward, his cock sliding against my soaked folds as I whimper. He grips my throat again, squeezing the air from my lungs as he coats himself in my arousal. It’s sticky, the sounds filling my room as his head nudges against my swollen clit.
“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he praises.
“Please,” I beg breathlessly as my hips rise off the bed to meet him. “I need—”
His grip tightens as he curls over me like a beast in the night. “Iknow what you need. You’re only getting a taste, little sister. I want you to fucking crave me the way I do you.”
I already do. My core aches to be filled by him. My whole body is coiled tightly at his command, teetering on the edge of release before we’ve even begun. It’s bliss and agony all wrapped up in one pretty package.
He slides his cock down, notching himself at my entrance, and I suck in a ragged breath.
Do it, my mind pleads desperately.Fuck me.
I take the first inch of him, my lips parting as I stretch to accommodate his girth. I haven’t been filled properly in years, and this is almost overwhelming in its intensity.
He rocks forward slowly, forcing me to take another two before he stops. His head rolls back against his shoulders as he sits still, basking in the feel of my cunt wrapped around him.
“Sofuckingtight,” he grits. “I’ve missed this pussy.”
“Move,” I whisper, my throat bobbing against his palm. “Please.”
He pinches my arteries, making specks dance across my vision. “What did I say?”
His tone dips to something dark and forbidden as he leans closer to me. “This is all you’re getting, pretty girl. Now, thank me for it.”
Tears of turmoil sting my eyes as my lips move without sound. I don’t want just this. I want him. “Thank you.”
His lips press to mine hungrily, stealing my emotion as if it’s absorbed right into him. His tongue sweeps over mine as his hips remain firm and unmoving. I’m on the brink of insanity at this point, my hands tugging at his hair as my body attempts to rock back and take more of him.
He presses his other hand to my thigh, holding me down and stopping my motions as he pulls back. “Don’t make me fucking tie you up to the bed. I’ll torture you all night if you don’t behave.”
“But—”
He squeezes my throat again, showing that he has all the control. “But nothing. You’re going to warm my cock while I enjoy this pretty cunt.”
My walls flutter, gripping him tighter as my eyes shut and my tears fall. A delusional sob is choked from me as Kaden leans over and slides his tongue up my cheek.
“Fuck, you know how much I love it when you cry for me, Melody.” He growls.
